Saturday, October 25, 2014

Kenneth Rexroth / Travelers in Erewhon

You open yourDress on the dustyBed where no oneHas slept for yearsAn owl moans on the roofYou sayMy dear myDearIn the smoky light of the oldOil lamp your shouldersBelly breasts buttocksAre all like peach blossomsHuge stars far away far apartOutside the cracked window paneImmense immortal animalsEach one only an eyeWatchYou open your bodyNo end to the nightNo end to the forestHouse abandoned for a lifetimeIn the forest in the nightNo one will ever comeTo the houseAloneIn the black worldIn the country of eyes